I drive the van down the long, winding road, the engine humming softly. The silence is almost deafening, the only sound the occasional swish of the wheels on the pavement. Natasha, Alphana, and Jacob sit stiffly in the back seat, their faces grim. I can't blame them for not trusting me, after all I've done. But it's too late for them to turn back now. I glance at my reflection in the rearview mirror, a cold smile playing on my lips.Natasha speaks up, her voice trembling with emotion. "Where are you taking us?" she asks, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. I glance at her in the mirror, the corners of my lips turning up in a cruel smirk. "There's a safe house on the outskirts of town," I reply, my tone deliberately cold. "My sister and I used to go there to train our werewolf abilities." The mention of my sister brings a wave of sorrow to Natasha's face. She lowers her head, her eyes filled with regret."I'm so sorry about what happened to your sister," Natasha says, her voice hoarse
I stare at Lucien, my heart pounding in my chest. I can't believe he's blaming me for what happened. He's right, of course - if I hadn't betrayed them, he wouldn't have been in danger. But I did it to save my mother, to keep her from being hurt. I didn't think about the consequences, and now I'm paying the price. Lucien's words sting, and I feel a wave of guilt wash over me. The anger inside me is still burning, but it's quickly eclipsed by a sharp pain in my stomach. I let out a small cry, putting a hand on my belly. Everyone rushes to my side, asking what's wrong. I try to reassure them, but the pain is getting worse. "It's the baby," I gasp, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "I think it's coming." I can see the fear on their faces, and I try to calm them down. "Don't worry," I say, taking deep breaths. "Everything's going to be okay."“How many months has it been?” My mother asks. “It’s not more than 6 or 7 months now “ I respond honestly. My mother's eyes widen, and she as
I stand on the top of a tree outside my mansion in the woods, peering through my stethoscope. I see Thomas and his men moving around inside my house, which looks like it's been transformed into some sort of base. Jacob, looks terrified. I find myself grinning, my dark sense of humor taking over."Go home if you're too chicken to spy," I say to Jacob, unable to hide my amusement. He shivers, looking at me with wide eyes. "I'm scared of what Thomas will do to us if we're spotted," he stammers. I look down at the mansion, considering our options. "We can't just do nothing," I say, my mind racing. "We need to stop Thomas before he does something terrible." Jacob nods, but he still looks scared. "What can we do?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.Suddenly, I spot Aurora walking around the compound, her power radiating from her like a force field. She's beautiful, but she's also dangerous, and I growl silently knowing she's the one who weakened me and left me vulnerable to be atta
As we walk, Jacob turns to me, a worried look on his face. "What if Aurora recognizes us?" he asks, his voice low and afraid. I can't help but grin. "Then we'll fight," I say, my voice calm and matter-of-fact. He looks at me like I'm crazy, but I just shrug. We round a corner and run into a group of guards, their eyes suspicious. Jacob stiffens, but I meet their gaze head-on, my face impassive.As we walk, I can't help but notice the number of people in the building. There are far more people here than I expected, and they all seem to be up to something. My attention is caught by a glint of silver, and I see a group of men mocking and abusing my maids, Silver being mocked for her age and how slow she is. I'm furious, but I know I can't do anything right now. I can feel my hands balling into fists, and Jacob notices. He whispers to me, "Please don't interfere," his voice urgent and pleading. He's right, of course.We continue on, and we finally reach the door to Aurora's room. I can't
I stare at Arturo with an icy glare, not a trace of fear in my eyes. I know who he is, what he's capable of. But I'm not afraid of him. I've faced worse, and I've always come out on top. Besides, I have a secret weapon. Jacob, still young and as naive as ever, begins to back away, his eyes wide with fear. But I stand my ground, my face a mask of cold determination. Arturo's eyes narrow, and he asks us, "What are you looking for?" I don't hesitate. "Aurora sent us to deliver some potions to you," I say. His eyes widen in surprise, then narrow again. "Aurora?" he asks, his voice skeptical. I nod. "Yes," I reply, trying to sound confident. "She asked us to deliver these potions to you." He stares at me, his gaze intense. Then, he sighs and says, "Fine. You can leave, but I want those potions dropped over there instead." I nod and grab the potions from where we left them and move it where Arturo pointed. After we’re done here, I take a moment to examine the place once more before turning
We finally pull up in the house and find Natasha and her mother outside, they have something in their hands “what’s going on, says this?” I ask curiously. “We went into town to get some supplies for Annabella” Natasha answers honestly. I try to tell Natasha that she shouldn't have gone into town, that it was too risky. But she just rolls her eyes and tells me not to be so dramatic. I'm about to argue with her, when I notice the look on Alphana's face. She's clearly worried, and I know she must share my concerns. I sigh, knowing it's no use to keep arguing with Natasha. I just hope we all stay safe.“So what did you guys manage to find out?” Alphana asks as she cradles my daughter in her hands. "It seems that Aurora, Thomas, and Raphael are planning some sort of ritual," I explain to Natasha and Alphana. "They might need the Bloodmoon Stone to complete it." I can tell that my words worry them, and I know we need to act quickly. But we can't just rush in blindly, we need a plan. I sta
I'm in my bedroom, snuggled up in my soft, warm bed. Suddenly, I hear a loud thunk from downstairs. I open my eyes, bleary and disoriented, and I realize that Lucien is splitting wood outside. I cringe at the noise and pull my baby closer to me, trying to shield her from the sound. "Why does he have to do that so early?" I mutter to myself. I can feel a headache forming, and I sigh, knowing that it's going to be a long day.I slowly push myself out of bed and make my way to the window. I pull back the curtains, the sunlight streaming in, and I see the scene outside. Jacob and Lucien are shirtless, their muscles rippling as they swing their axes with a practiced ease. The wood they're chopping comes from a stack near the house, and I wonder where they got it. I stand there, mesmerized by the sight, as they work in perfect tandem. It's a strange but oddly comforting sight, and I find myself unable to look away.As I'm watching the men outside, I hear a soft footstep behind me. I turn ar
I look at Natasha, Jacob, and her mother, who are all looking at me expectantly. "I'd like to tell you a story," I say, my voice calm and measured. "A story about how I came to be the man I am today." They all nod, leaning in to listen. I clear my throat, and begin. "I was born into a family of myth and power...""My father and mother were the rulers of a powerful pack of werewolves," I say. "They were the alpha and Luna, and their rule was unquestioned. But their power made them enemies, and one day, their own comrades turned against them. They were betrayed, and they were killed." I pause, my heart heavy at the memory. "My sister, Lauren, and I were banished from the pack. We were left to fend for ourselves, and we struggled to survive." I feel my anger rising, but I keep my voice even. "It was then that I vowed to never be weak again. "I turned away from all emotions and friendships," I continue. "I focused only on gaining power and strength. I worked hard, took risks, and did thi